Bus Terminal

"The Bus Terminal"

by decal decal02@hotmail.com

D A N

The revival meeting is hitting a fever-pitch. I'm surrounded by hot, sweaty people shouting "Hallelujah" and "Praise the Lord" over and over again. Some begin sobbing in ecstatic joy. I am anxious and uncertain, wondering why I am here. Barbara is suddenly in front of me, her flimsy, white dress soaked in sweat and clinging to her mature, athletic body. The top of her dress is open showing her cleavage ... she isn't wearing a bra ... her prominent, dark nipples show through the thin cotton.

"Praise the Lord, Danny, praise the Lord!" she cries out.

"Praise the Lord," I answer, trying to sound enthusiastic.

She throws her arms around me and pulls me up close. My arms are held tightly at my sides. My face is buried against her chest just above her breasts. Why am I so short? I wonder. One of her hands is playing with my hair, the other rubbing up and down my back and butt.

"Praise the Lord, my beautiful little boy," she whispers down to me.

What's this 'little boy' crap? I think, feeling insulted. Suddenly she lifts my face up and places her full lips on mine. I try to break away, but she holds me tightly in place.

"But Danny, it's the kiss of peace," she says.

Her tongue probes my lips, and I finally let her in. She explores the inside of my mouth as her hand moves down between us. Her other hand is squeezing my butt. When she finally stops kissing me, I find that she has unbuttoned more of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her ample, sweat-damp breasts.

It suddenly hits me. I am 10 years old. How the hell can I be 10 years old?

"Play with them, Danny, play with them," she tells me.

"It's wrong," I say to her.

"But look around," she says.

I look around and see people kissing and fondling each other. Most are in their underwear ... some are naked. I see the preacher. His massive, hairy chest is bare. His penis is sticking out of his pants. He is playing with it ... it's long and thick and hard. He is yelling "Hallelujah!"

"See, it's OK, Danny."

Barbara pulls my hands up and places them over her bare breasts. I start to squeeze and rub them. They feel wonderful.

"That's it, Danny. Oh, that feels so good. Squeeze 'em hard."

As I play with her tits, I continue to stare over at the preacher. His dick is growing and growing. A naked man drops to his knees in front of him.

"I want to be saved!" he cries out and starts kissing and licking the head of the preacher's cock.

I feel a hand playing with my crotch. I'm naked except for my white Jockeys. What happened to my clothes? Barbara is totally naked now and on her knees in front of me. The others crowd around us. They are fondling themselves and each other as they watch Barbara play with my dick through my briefs. I am hard. I can't believe how hard I am. The sensations coursing through my genitals are fantastic. I glance over and see that the man is now leaning over and the preacher's cock has totally disappeared into his ass. The man is crying out 'Praise the Lord!' over and over again.

"Show us, sister," the preacher calls out in a deep, thundering voice.

"Show us!" the crowd begins to chant. "Show us!"

Slowly Barbara starts to pull down my underpants. I grab at the elastic waist with both my hands to stop her.

"Now be a good boy," she coos.

She tugs hard on my briefs, but my grip is strong. The thin, white cotton gives with a loud tear. I look down. The front of my Jockeys is now torn open, the cloth hanging in shreds from the waistband I'm still gripping. My hard boy's pecker is out there now for all to see. Barbara starts stroking and pulling on it. It feels wonderful. My dick begins to grow. Bigger and bigger it grows. I stare down in disbelief as it becomes a man's cock.

"I want to be saved! Saved ... saved ... saved ...," Barbara cries out and then wraps her mouth around the monster that is still growing from between my legs.

I feel someone shaking my shoulder.

"Hey kid, are you OK?" comes a manly, distant voice.

E R I C

Whenever I'm in the neighborhood and have a little time, I'll go check out the waiting area at the bus terminal. Because of the nearby university there can be young guys hanging around waiting for their buses. And if they're bored or horny enough, they can appreciate the attention a mature, bear of a man like me can give them ... even if they are arrow straight. In fact, it is the straight ones, in my experience, that appreciate it the most. Strange maybe, but true. I don't spend a lot of time wondering about it. Just give 'em what they'll handle. Usually a quick blow job in a stall in the nearby mens' room. With a little coaxing some have returned the favor, letting my uncut rod slip down their throats. And once, this hunk of a Chinese kid leaned over and spread his ass cheeks for both my tongue and my cock. I saw him a few weeks later near the campus with his red-haired girlfriend hanging all over him and just smiled to myself as the memory of his tight ass had me!

bul ging my jeans. I followed them for a little while hoping they'd go their separate ways but finally gave up. He did spot me though and turned away quickly when I smiled at him. After that, he showed hard under his sweatpants. I'm sure his girl thought it was because of her, but I knew better and so did he. I haven't seen him since but do keep a lookout. Yes, I do.

But I'm not here to write about this Chinese boy, as much as I'd love to report on getting him to visit my place for a night. Maybe someday. Rather I want to tell you about Eric (that's me, by the way) meeting up with Dan, a bi boy who may now be leaning a bit closer to homo than hetero from getting to know me.

Yeah, I can do that to a guy.

Yeah, I'm grinning ear to ear in humility ... oh, and modesty, too!

Anyway, I was at the bus terminal one afternoon. I really didn't have a whole lot of time and was hoping for a quick cruise and conquest -- sometimes I've been lucky that way. As I entered the waiting area, I initially felt disappointment. It was practically deserted. A couple of elderly women at the end nearest the windows and nearby a teenage mother and her infant.

Oh, well, I thought. Then I stopped. All was not lost after all. There was this kid, lying out full length on a bench at the other and more dimly lit end. That was the direction of the mens' room, so I wandered slowly in that direction. As I approached, I found him sound asleep. His head, covered in thick, black hair, was resting on his bunched up jacket, and his arm was over his forehead shielding his eyes. His other hand was dangling down to the floor next to his knapsack and next to his knapsack was his dropped bus ticket to ... I squinted my eyes to see ... Escondido. He was wearing a faded, bit-too-small Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt. 'Honolulu' it read under the logo. The shirt was pulled out of his pants (which were loose-fitting and rested low, very low, on his hips) revealing his bare stomach and a good three inches of his pale blue and white striped boxers. The rectangular 'Tommy Hilfiger' badge was just below his belly button (an 'inny' -- have I told you I lov! e in nies?).

Now this kid (18 ... 19 tops) was fuckin' gorgeous in that wholesome, innocent, virgin-like way that you know I find so appealing. So you know I would have at least looked hard and long ... storing up a strong image for my ritual jerk off that night ... before rushing off to my damn dental appointment. But instead I stopped dead in my tracks. For to the right of 'Tommy' was the outline of the head and upper shaft of a very thick and very aroused dick. Not only that but a stain of fresh pre-cum darkened the blue and white cotton.

'Seven, at least, probably more' was my first, fevered thought ... the swelling of my prick in the tight confines of my 501's was my first, instinctual reaction.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm the dirtiest of old men, but hey, 36 isn't that old yet.

I quickly glanced up and down the waiting area. The elderly ladies were busy chatting between themselves and the young mother and child were heading out the front door. I quickly groped myself to give my growing cock an easier time of it and then dropped down on the bench across from Tommy (lacking another name at the moment). The space between us was only about five feet, and I had a good view of his aroused manhood. I proceeded to rub my crotch as I feasted my eyes on him. I took a chance and released the three middle buttons of my fly, so that I could get closer to my heated up dick. Damn, I thought, why the fuck did I wear briefs today? A fantasy filled my brain of jumping up, pulling open my pants and jerking a hot load all over this innocent sleeping boy. But my fantasy stopped immediately when Tommy's cock noticeably flexed under the stretched broadcloth of his boxers. I watched a pearl of pre-cum ooze through the cotton fabric.

"Barbara ...," the boy whispered.

Given my highly excited condition, I was frankly surprised that I caught what he said. Barbara, huh? This was no sleep or piss hard-on. Ol' Tommy boy was having a dream encounter of a very sexual nature. This excited me even more, thinking that the young man lying before me was at that moment, in that head of his, probably screwing some chick. Guess he might not be that innocent after all.

The top button of my Levi's seemed to come undone of its own volition. My hand was inside my CKs, wrapped around my throbbing, now heavily leaking pole. Briefly, but only briefly, the thought crossed my mind that I was being fuckin' foolish taking such a risk ... guys get arrested for less around here. But then Tommy's cock flexed again, much more strongly this time. More pre-cum emerged from his piss-slit making the dark spot on his boxers grow. I was helplessly lost now ... a part of me prayed that the guardian angel of fuck-buddies would protect me.

Visions now filled my frenzied mind of Tommy's erection first probing, then plunging into this Barbara person's hot and aroused cunt. I saw his hard, dimpled ass relax and contract as he fucked her. I was practically on the verge of flooding my briefs in hot cum when suddenly Tommy began to jerk and thrash about.

"Saved ... saved ... saved ...," he cried out hoarsely as he turned away from me toward the back of the bench.

I pulled my hand out of my briefs and half stood up. I reached over and grabbed his shoulder with my left hand. I laid my other hand on his waist, touching both bare skin and the top of his boxers. Two finger-tips touched the hardness of his erection. I shook him gently.

"Hey kid, are you OK?"

D A N

My transition from dream to reality was slow and blurred. Someone was shaking me. A man's voice. It wasn't the preacher's ... so I focused on it, letting it guide me back. I was on my side. Then I was gently eased onto my back. I felt a hand press on my cock ... she's still there?

"It's OK ... it's OK ... only a dream."

His voice again.

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. A man's face. Buzz-cut, dark hair. Deep blue eyes. I don't know him. I try to rise up.

"Easy ... easy, boy," he said soothingly as he pushes me back down. "Relax a moment. It's OK. There's no hurry."

I drop back on the hard ... hard ... bench. It came back to me. I was at the bus terminal. I must have fallen asleep.

"That was some dream," the man said. He was smiling down at me, warm and friendly.

"Yeah ... it sure was," I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. God, I hope I didn't scream ... I've been known to do that with intense dreams. I tried to look around, expecting to see a crowd of people gathered. But all I could see was the man.

"Who's Barbara?" he asked.

"My mother's best ...," I started to answer. "What do you mean?"

"You called out that name," the man answered.

"Oh ...," I said. The dream had been quickly receding into the dim recesses of my mind, but with the mention of Barbara's name, it came back with a vengeance. Total recall. (Oh, shit, what else did I call out!!!) I had had variations on the theme for years, all centering on that revival meeting. Dreams now confused reality ... whatever reality was for a 10 year old kid. Today I can't imagine that the revival really turned into the orgy I now dreamed about, but I do know that my mother's best friend seduced me and that I had my first ejaculation that night with her mouth over my hard pecker. I'm also sure that I saw a man's naked erection for the first time, too. Anything more than that ... I just can't be sure. But whatever happened, my ol' dream life has been fooling around with it for years.

"What's your name?" Eric's voice broke through my reverie.

"Dan."

"Mine's Eric. You a student here?"

"No. I'm from the Bay Area. On the way to visit some friends. In Escondido."

I became suddenly aware of my cock. It was rock hard ... a hand WAS on it ... Eric's hand ... I felt his fingers wrap around it and gently squeeze ...

"What the fuck!" I said, trying to rise up again.

Your hand on my chest held me down.

"Easy ... easy. It's just that ... that I've been known ... you know ... to help a guy out."

Eric gently squeezed again. It felt damn good, but I was feeling a little too freaked out by everything that was happening to enjoy it.

"I gotta take a leak," I blurted out. I wasn't sure I needed to, but it was all I could think of to get out of the situation.

I tried to rise up again, and this time Eric didn't stop me. I quickly looked down, and he took his hand off the bulge of my hard-on.

"Uh ... sorry ...," Eric muttered. "Didn't mean to be so forward."

I saw the large wet spot on my shorts. Christ, had I already cum??? No ... no ... I still felt a load churning in my balls, ready to burst forth at any moment. I quickly raised my ass, grabbed the waist of my pants, and pulled them up to cover my boxers ... and my bone.

"How fuckin' embarrassing," I blurted out, half under my breath.

"Hey, don't worry about it, Dan," Eric said quietly. "There's no one around."

"Yeah, but you are."

I swung around and sat up. Eric had leaned back, and I got this view of his open Levi's and the head of his own massive erection sticking out past the elastic waistband of his white CK's. The head, partly covered by an ample foreskin, was shiny with pre-cum. Eric pulled the front of his briefs down, giving me an even better look. I looked up into his eyes.

Jeez, the man was gay and wanted me. Wanted me real bad!

Now, as usual, this kind of situation made me both excited and very anxious. Since that first chance when I was 15, I had had several opportunities over the years to get it on with a guy. But I had always freaked out, escaped and jerked off for weeks to "might-have-been" fantasies. All this while I was fucking myself silly with whoever my current girlfriend was. This was the anxious part. I liked girls ... so what the hell was I doing lusting after guys.

And, so ... what was I doing at that moment as I sat on that bench, staring at Eric's aroused manhood (for Christ's sake, he even started fooling around with his foreskin)? Yeah, I was freaking. I quickly grabbed my jacket and shoved it in my knapsack.

"Well, gotta take off now," I said, trying with difficulty to keep my voice from shaking.

I stood up, threw my pack onto my shoulder and quickly headed for the mens' room.

Even as I escaped, the jerk-off fantasies were beginning to form. This Eric was one ... hot ... man! I hoped Sally was ready for one hell of a fuck tonight.

E R I C

My hand on Tommy's, uh, Dan's hard-on?

That wasn't really planned. Really. I pride myself with being a bit more restrained than that, especially since the last thing I wanted to do was scare the hunky bugger off. But once I turned him onto his back and found the palm of my hand resting on top of that marvelous bulge ... well, I just couldn't pull it away.

Squeezing Dan's hard-on?

That wasn't really planned either. Really. But I had to, you know, check out how thick he was. Thicker than most, that's for sure. But the kid got scared. Can't really blame him. I can't.

And exposing myself to him?

That wasn't really planned either. Really. He hadn't gone off and slugged me, so what was there to lose? Yeah, I know, my pride. But you try telling that to YOUR cock ... and don't call me a slut unless you say it friendly-like.

So now I had a dilemma. Do I follow him? Even though I sensed interest, he did look pretty shaken up. I decided to let him be and not put him through anymore ... I hope that you are duly impressed. Some fish you have to let go. But then ... I spotted his ... can you guess? Yeah, lying on the floor in front of me ... his bus ticket.

So much for letting him be.

As I headed to the mens' room, I fully expected to find Dan in one of the stalls with sounds of a hand working hot flesh filling the air. I just hoped he'd chanced on the stall with the hole. Maybe then I could at least watch. So, I was surprised to find him standing at one of the urinals. The middle one of the three.

"You dropped your ticket," I said.

Startled, Dan jumped ever so slightly and turned toward me, enough that I could see his still very hard dick sticking out the fly of his pants.

"Uh ... thanks," he answered and turned back to the urinal.

His knapsack was on the floor next to the sinks. I laid the ticket on top.

"Good idea," I then said as I approached the urinals, pulling open the buttons of my fly.

I moved up to his left, shoved down the front of my briefs and released both my cock and balls. My cock had calmed down a bit so my foreskin covered the head. As I pulled the foreskin back, I gave a quick glance at Dan. Damn if he wasn't watching ... and he was staring so intently that he didn't even notice I'd caught him. As I started to piss, I stared straight ahead, trying to calm the excitement building inside me, while giving him plenty of chances to look. He's a live one, and I almost fuckin' LET HIM GO. But keep steady and calm, I told myself. I knew from long experience that I could still scare him off ... but the biggest hurdle was behind me. By the time the last of my urine trickled out, my full 9 inches was resting hard and thick in my hand.

"Ah, that feels better," I said as I slowly turned my head to look at him. I also shifted my body ever so slightly in his direction. He looked at me. His green eyes flashed with uncertainty. I looked down. The kid's right hand was still holding his erect beauty. Cut. Thick shaft, slightly larger head. Easily 7 and a half.

"It's a bitch pissing through a boner, isn't it?" I said with a wide grin.

Dan broke into a laugh.

"Yeah ... sure is."

The tension was finally breaking. I was at the next big decision point. I hesitated a moment. Then, as much as I wanted to get my hands on him, I took his left hand and guided it to my cock. The moment of truth. I felt him resist. But then when his fingers touched the hot skin of my rod, he relaxed and took over, running his fingers lightly up and down its length. He turned towards me, and I reached down and started handling his meat. For the next minute or so we explored each other's manhood. Total and complete silence ... unless you count the noise in my head as I prayed over and over that no one interrupt us.

D A N

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Eric asked.

"Yeah ...," I answered.

And it did. I had never seen, much less touched, a cock as big as Eric's. That was exciting enough. But feeling his hand fondling me ... well, I began realizing how much I'd wanted a man to touch me ... to touch me ... down there. And I was finally letting it happen.

"I'm getting close," I suddenly blurted out.

"Not yet," Eric said as he pulled his hand away from my dick.

We both stared down at it as it jerked and throbbed there between us, hovering on the verge of an explosion. But the build up in my groin eased. I let out a long, slow breath.

"Close, huh?" Eric said.

I giggled and Eric laughed.

"Come on," he said and quickly pulled me into one of the stalls.

For a moment, we stood there facing each other, my back to the john, our erections dancing between us. Eric made the first move and leaned over and placed his lips on mine. Later I was surprised that I didn't back away ... look, I'd never kissed a guy before ... but I guess I was ready. Rather, I parted my lips. His arms were around me instantly, his tongue aggressively attacking the inside of my mouth. He quite literally took my breath away. After a few moments, I fought back, and he backed off, letting my tongue reach into and explore his hot mouth. At the same time, we ground our crotches together, bare cock against bare cock.

When we finally came up for air, Eric pulled off his shirt and quickly pulled mine off, too. Both he carefully placed on the stall door's hook. As he turned back to face me, I noticed a gold ring in one of his nipples. That's where he pulled my face. The thought of sucking on a guy's tit had never occurred to me, and I started to lick and suck it gently. I was surprised at how hard it was. I was also intrigued by the metal ring, hoping it wouldn't come off in my mouth.

(Funny where your mind can lead you, isn't it? Here I was, throwing all caution to the wind and having a sexual encounter in a public place WITH A MAN and what am I worrying about? I'm worrying about swallowing his nipple ring!)

"Don't baby it, Dan," Eric whispered. "Chew on it."

Chew on it? Well, if you say so, I thought. I began to 'nibble on his nipple' (sorry ... I couldn't resist) with my front teeth.

"Oh, god, yes," he moaned. "Harder."

He amazed me. The harder I bit, the more he liked it. Then he switched me over to his other nipple, and I gave it the same treatment. That's when he started squeezing my nipples ... both at the same time. I couldn't believe the sensations that began to race from his pinching fingers right down to the depths of my gonads. Shit, I thought I was going to explode right then and there. Eric must have sensed how close I was again getting, because he suddenly stepped back from me.

Then he just stood there ... staring at me. I held his gaze. We stood there like that for a minute or so, the masculine intensity growing between us. God, I thought, is this what I've been missing?

I broke eye contact first, letting my eyes wander down his body. He was a large man, thick but muscular around the middle. His chest and stomach were covered in dark hair. His jeans had slipped down off his hips and were held up by his thighs. His cock and balls were resting on top of the waistband of his briefs. As I stared down at his cock, Eric began to stroke its length. The hood of his foreskin slowly covered and uncovered the head.

"Come on," he whispered. "I know you want to."

Saying that, he placed his other hand on my shoulder. I let him slowly push me down until I was sitting on the toilet seat. He stepped between my legs, his cock pointing at my face. Jeez, I'm actually going to suck a man's penis. I began to feel those "freaking out" feelings again.

"That's it," he said and pressed the tip of his erection against my lips.

I opened my mouth and let him enter. No sooner did his manhood fill my mouth and press against the back of my throat than those anxious feelings faded.

E R I C

Dan was a virgin to guy-to-guy sex ... by the time I slipped my dick into his mouth, I was certain of it. Anxiety-laced interest. A certain awkwardness. A beguiling need to be led. He showed all the signs.

"The teeth, buddy," I whispered, somewhat urgently.

He pulled off my rod and looked up at me.

"Sorry."

He said it with this boyish grin that spoke volumes. This was no longer against his will ... not in the slightest. Then he was back to work, licking and mouthing and sucking on my cock. And tonguing around my foreskin ... god, he was getting off on my hood!

Some guys get impatient with a first-timer. They want to get down to business as quickly as possible with a deep, throat-ripping face-fuck. Not me. Technique is nothing compared to the turn on of knowing mine is the first that's filled a guy's mouth. Anyway, whatever Dan was lacking in technique was certainly made up for in enthusiasm down there between my legs. I pushed down the front of my CKs some more, giving him better access.

"The balls, boy."

No further encouragement was necessary. While I pulled my cock up toward my belly, Dan went right for my low hanging, hairy orbs, sucking first one, then switching to the other. Back and forth he went, and at my urging, he closed his lips tightly around each sack and tugged, gently at first, then harder. He really got the hang of it ... god, I loved it! By then, I was getting close, damn close, to shooting off. But, I had further hopes from this young man.

D A N

When I moved back to sucking on Eric's cock, I was thinking quickly about whether I was going to let him cum in my mouth. My mind ran with that thought, and I was instantly thinking about how much I really loved having my own dick sucked ... and how frustrating it always was when the girl I was with would finish me off with her hand.

However ... there was this one chick in college who loved penis so much she had her hand between my legs or down in my pants every chance she got. The relationship ... if you could call it that ... only lasted a few weeks, but those weeks were wild and pretty crazy. Like the time on a crowded Ocean Beach ... under the blanket ... you get the picture? ... so did most of those lying around us. When we finished and dashed off into the surf, there were quite a few guys showing their envy with bulging Speedos and tented shorts. And you've probably guessed it ... the best part was that she sucked me dry, taking my cum like it was her life force.

With Sally I hadn't been able to get her to go beyond licking my dick and putting it in her mouth for a few quick sucks. Hey, don't get me wrong ... that was OK. I love Sally. You just can't have everything in this life ...

Enough of the diversion. Back to Eric's cock stretching my mouth to the max. I had decided that I would let him shoot off into me ... with the obvious hope that he would return the favor. Just when I thought he was about to flood my mouth, though, he leaned over and pulled me up. Another deep kiss. He then looked me in the eye and winked.

"My turn, buddy," he said.

He dropped down on his knees. I think I moaned kind of loud when he sucked my erection into his mouth and right down his throat. God almighty, that penis-hungry chick had never taken ALL of my 7 and a half inches, but here was Eric, his nose buried in my open pants and the fly of my boxers, hands firmly clasping and roughly squeezing my ass cheeks. I tell you, there was no holding me back. I fuckin' unloaded. My whole body writhed and shook as he held me fast. My orgasm lasted longer than any I'd ever experienced. Hey, why not? This one began when I was 10 years old, didn't it? Images of my dream flashed through my mind. 'Saved ... saved ... saved.' Then music: '... the only boy who could ever reach me was the son of the preacher man ..."

As my orgasm finally subsided (preacher man???), I must have started to collapse on the spot. Eric quickly stood and held me up, my arms draped over his broad shoulders.

"That sure was something," he whispered in my ear.

"Uh, huh ...," was all that I could muster.

"You know, Dan," he continued, "I can make you feel even better."

"Im ... possi ... ble," I answered with an exhausted laugh.

E R I C

Impossible?

Hey, don't ever, ever give me a challenge. This boy would learn that.

I slipped Dan's arms off my shoulders and turned him around.

"Whatcha goin' to do?" he asked.

"You'll see," I answered as I started to play with his nipples.

"Don't you want me to ... you know ... (very softly) suck you off, too?"

"All in good time," I answered. "All in good time."

I was convinced that he knew what was coming next, especially when he didn't resist my next moves. I slowly let my hands wander down to his pants ... you know, those pants that seemed to defy the laws of physics by just barely hanging there on his hips. I first undid the waist button, and gravity finally got its due. They promptly dropped to the floor. Then through the broadcloth of his boxers I positioned my manhood right along his crack.

"How's that feel?" I asked as I rubbed my hardness up and down.

"Sweet."

"Been fucked before?'

"No."

"But you want it?"

"Yeah ... I think I do. It'll hurt ... won't it?

"It will a bit, but if you relax, you'll love it," I answered. "I'll take it slow and easy."

To be honest, he really surprised me. Either he was one damn good actor or I was about to break in a very willing virgin ass. Either way, I was hot and I was ready. I got him to lean against the wall above the toilet with his arms outstretched. I knelt down and started chewing on his ass cheeks through his boxers. Dan moaned softly and laughed. I started to pull his shorts down, but they got hung up in front. When I reached around, I was amazed to find that his cock was still hard. Ah ... youth! I maneuvered his erection around and got his boxers down to his ankles. Then I spread his tight, muscular cheeks and got my first look at his hole. He smelled musky but was clean. That's all I needed to plunge my face into his ass and aim my tongue for his prize.

"Oh, Christ ...," he quietly moaned.

He clearly didn't expect the loving foreplay I was going to give him.

D A N

Can't believe I would let him plug my ass? Me, too. I look back on it now and am amazed, totally amazed. Getting blown? Well, OK. Straight dudes rarely give a damn who's swinging on their meat ... as long as they're good. But to let some guy slip his prick up your ass. Now that's major. (God, what if Sally ever found out?) As Eric rubbed his pole up and down my crack, I didn't even freak. I took that as a signal it was OK. For years I'd wanted to get it on with a guy. I finally was letting it happen. And, who knows, I might freak out later and then never let anything like this happen again. So, I should go for it. Yeah, all this was racing through my mind when I answered him: "Sweet."

Oh, and did I mention, Eric was one hot-looking guy ...

I had never even imagined that someone would stick his tongue back there. So when Eric planted his face against my ass and began licking my crack, I didn't know what to think. But, God, did it feel great! But that was nothing to the sensations I felt as he began probing at my shitter. I even think he got the tip of tongue inside! My hard-on proceeded to get even harder. I wanted badly to reach down to pull on it but didn't think I'd be able to hold myself with one arm. Eric was a few minutes tonguing my hole. Then he got back up. I heard some rustling and looked back.

"Never leave home without 'em," Eric said with a smile as pulled a foil-wrapped condom and a small tube of lotion out of his jeans pocket. "And don't you ever let anybody fuck you without one of these." He held up the Trojan. "Promise?"

"Yeah ... got it," I answered, realizing I was damn lucky Eric thought about such things.

I watched in fascination as he pulled the condom out of its package and slipped it over his cock. It was in that moment that I first became concerned about the size of his rod and the tightness of my asshole. God, he's going to rip me apart.

"Now, don't worry," he said, almost as if he was reading my mind, "many guys have taken this beauty without any trouble at all." He spread the thick, white lotion all around his sheathed manhood. "It's all in how you take it in." He smeared lotion deep in my crack and started probing my hole with his finger. "Tense up and it will hurt. Relax and it won't. Now relax."

I had trouble. What the fuck did it mean to relax your asshole? But I must have done it a little, because suddenly his finger slipped into me.

"That's it, Dan," he whispered. "You're doing great."

I squeezed my sphincter muscles tightly around his finger, then relaxed. Over and over I did it. All the while he was moving his finger in and out of me. Before I realized it, he was telling me that he was using two fingers. Not so bad after all, I thought. That is, until he tried inserting a third. I groaned and tensed up big time ... and it hurt like hell. Eric immediately backed off.

"I don't know about this," I said.

"That's OK," he replied. "You're doing just fine. But it's up to you."

Eric was fingering the area around my hole, sending wonderful sensations throughout my body. I took a deep breath and nodded.

Two fingers resumed their probing and slipped right in without resistance. OK, here we go again, I thought.

"Squat down a bit," Eric urged.

I did and his finger fucking me felt better. When he tried the third finger again, it hurt but not so bad. As my hole got used to the thickness, I felt my body ease up and relax a bit. A couple of minutes went by like that. When I suddenly farted, I thought I was going to die, but Eric gently laughed and made light of it.

"Perfectly natural, Dan, perfectly natural."

Then Eric was positioning his cock in my crack. I tensed up.

"Hey, it's going to be just like the three fingers," he said. "You relax like you just were and it's going to be just fine."

By now, I wanted his dick in me real bad, so there was no question of backing out. I felt the head of his cock find, then press against my hole. I tried to relax. I felt a burning. He's going in. I tensed. It hurt, god, it hurt. But he urged me over and over again to relax. Then I felt him slipping deep into me. His hips were pressed against my cheeks. For about a minute we just stood there not moving. Eric began to slowly move back and forth in my chute. The fullness in my gut, the pain around my sphincter, a sensation of pleasure where his cock touched and rubbed ... all of this was hitting me at once. I hardly noticed when he began to seriously plough my ass. I became aware of his intensity and energy as he plunged into me. I knew he couldn't be going deeper, but it sure as hell felt like it.

Then ... unbelievably ... I came. Without even touching myself. I looked down as shot after shot of my orgasm erupted from my cock all over and into the john. Jeez, I'm in heaven, I thought. Moments later a tremendous heat filled the deepest reaches of my gut. Eric's moans told me that he was sending his load into me. I became aware of his hairy chest and stomach pressed against my back, aware of his heat and sweat.

Fucked by the preacher man ... 'yes, he was ... yes, he was ... oooo, yes he was.'

E R I C

As Dan and I pulled our clothes back together, I slipped my card into his pants pocket. He promised to call me next time he passed through. Not likely ... but who knows? It has happened.

When I called him that night, my dentist, who's also a fuck-buddy, was pretty ticked off at my missing my appointment ... that is, until I told him about Dan. Then he was all ears, insisting on all the details. Then he told me he had a new patient. A Chinese kid closely matching the description I'd given him. Even showed up with a girlfriend ... who had long red hair. I think he's going to make me pay big time to reschedule my appointment next to the boy's. Just hope he doesn't get too kinky ... then again, maybe I do.

Oh, and one final thing. Dan was out of the men's room ahead of me by a couple of minutes. When I stepped out, I spotted him sitting with that young girl ... you know, the one with the baby. As I walked down the line of benches behind them, he was cradling the child in his arms (good god, I just fucked a daddy!!!). The girl was clearly upset, and he was trying to calm her.

"Look, Sally, I'm sorry. OK? Didn't mean to leave you all alone with the kid. It won't happen again."

Won't happen again? Want to bet?

The End